(Auld Lang Syne)
by Arnie
Now we are in this fine old pub,
It's time to make a toast,
To all our friends who are not here,
The ones we miss the most.
Poor Blackie died in foreign lands,
He wished he hadn't gone,
Then Clarence took his place although
He never was a con.
The Duchess was a real lady,
Who looked just fine in mink,
But when we saw the guy she chose,
"It's blackmail," we did think.
Flagg, he failed to cover Chief,
When Craig told him to shoot,
But Flagg's concussion made him blind,
(We wish it made him mute.)
The nun, Therese, was such a shock,
She stole our Actor's heart,
While rescuing our hurt Garrison,
She really played her part.
And now to toast another pal,
We drive him nuts, we'd wager,
He does his best to train us well,
The dear old Sergeant-Major!
CHORUS
Now we are in this fine old pub,
It's time to make a toast,
To all our friends who are not here,
The ones we miss the most.
The end
